by Wend Petzler
Emerald eyes sparkled, Isabella whispered back. “More fun this way.” She kissed him hard and then drew her horse back, winking at Nicolas who crossed his powerful arms in front of his heavily muscled chest. Lucifer wheeled about, cantering down the center of the arena followed by Michael and Gabriel, exiting the field. The Black Knights and the Demons reformed, and followed as cheers resounded in the morning air.
"Let the Tournament of the Demons begin!” Nicolas shouted raising his arms high and the crowd went ballistic.
Edward grinned broadly as Drago returned to his seat, tossing the helm to Otto. “I guess I was right about Isabella, wasn't I?"
"Yea, Sire, Isabella was waiting for me all along.” Nicolas chuckled as he thought of the day Isabella saved him at Halidon Hill, realizing she had waited a long time for him to come home to her.
The company of knights rode back to the stables and began preparing for the lists. Squires ran to hold the warhorses, except for Miles who decided to aid Isabella. Lucifer had a different opinion. Laying his ears flat, sharp teeth snapping at the young man, Lucifer snorted his outrage. The sensitive warhorse knew something had changed in Miles and would not allow the squire to come close to Isabella.
Mixture of hurt and betrayal crossed the boy's freckled face before Miles ran from the stables in shame. A small part of Isabella felt remorse for Miles, but she would still pursue justice. The young man had partaken in the abduction of Xander and Allen. Sighing in frustration, time was slipping by. Isabella signaled to the lad who was squired to Michael.
"Heath, I want you to care for Lucifer. Make sure he is groomed and fed on time. Is that clear?” Isabella ordered firmly and broke no shirking of his duty to the great warhorse.
The lad eagerly nodded as he warily approached the infamous Lucifer. The warhorse lowered his great head to the frightened boy, nudging the squire to move faster. A bright smile of delight lit Heath's features as he led the huge warhorse to the stall, amazed Lucifer allowed him to care for him when he would not allow Miles, Lady Isabella's personal squire.
"Michael, I will join Drago and Edward at the pavilion. Ensure guards are stationed with Lucifer. I will not allow anymore of my loved ones to be hurt.” Isabella growled as she swept her cloak behind her, striding from the stable accompanied by four Demons set as her personal guards.
At first most did not recognize her, staring in amazement at a woman wearing armor, but the few who had spread the news of the Demon Lord unmasked and walked amongst the people spread like wildfire. Knights who were warming their horses for the lists saluted Isabella in growing respect. The fact remained as woman or the Demon Lord, Isabella had accomplished the major feat of running a vast demesne and had procured the Black Army, the most feared knights in the Realm. A mere female accomplished a career most men would never hope to achieve. Lady Isabella commanded their respect and loyalty.
Cheering people clapped their hands, stomping their feet as Isabella walked up the wooden steps of the pavilion. The Red Dragon greeted his wife, boldly taking her in his arms, claiming her, devouring her sweetness as the crowds went wild. Nicolas grinned arrogantly down at Isabella when he released her, chuckling at her breathless state, a dazed expression on her elfish features, eyes wide with surprise. “You did not think I am capable of a few surprises of my own, did you?"
Edward could not resist chuckling at the couple. Isabella blushed as she accepted the cup of wine held from him. “Well done, cousin. Well done."
Nicolas held his hand out to Isabella as he sat in his chair, her slender one grasping his as the steward announced the first to compete.
The warhorses stepped lively as the young knights rode around the arena, passing the bower of beauties who eagerly waved colorful scarves, hoping to attract the attention of the handsome heroes. The knights drew to a halt before Drago and Isabella, saluted and rode to their appointed positions. The steward held a white flag on a pole, dropped it, signaling the knights to ride. Two huge warhorses rose in the air in unison, launching several hundred pounds of metal and man down the lists, lances leveled, tips striking hard on painted shields. Lances shattered, forcing the knights to ride back to their squires for fresh ones.
Isabella recognized the knight whose shield bore a bold wolf. He leaned into his lance, knocking his opponent clear from the saddle, tossing him into the dirt, confirming a complete victory. As the victorious knight reined his horse before her and Drago, Isabella rose to her feet and bowed. The young man flushed, proud the Demon Lord personally acknowledged him in front of the enthusiastic crowd.
Nicolas frowned as Isabella sat down. “What was that about?"
"His father is a powerful baron whose sweet wife died from sickness and shall we say found comfort in the arms of a kind serving girl. The young knight is the product of the shared moments. The baron cannot publicly acknowledge him until no other heir can be produced, though the man loves his son and is quite proud of him, desiring the best training for him. Us.” Isabella was sad as memories of an unkind stepfather haunted her still.
Lifting her slender hand to his mouth, Nicolas pressed a warm kiss to it, his eyes radiating the love he felt for Isabella and her cause. His attention diverted to the next pair of knights as the horses barreled down the lists.
Several hours later, the noon hour was announced. Edward and his guards left for the castle, leaving Nicolas and Isabella to stroll amongst the vendor booths. Isabella entwined her arm about her husband's as they walked, seeming enthralled with each other. Alden followed discreetly, unaware he, too, was being trailed by Ahmed.
Well aware of Alden, she sighed, resting her head on his arm. “All is set for tonight."
"Will you stay with me for the rest of the day?” Nicolas asked softly, tenderly kissing her parted lips, emerald eyes brimming with love only for him. The knowledge was heady to his senses, desire coursed through him, wanting to throw Isabella over his shoulder and seek the nearest chamber, making love to her over and over until neither could rise. But duty called. The very life he and his men had come to cherish as did the Black Army depended on their acting skills tonight.
"I need to be with you as long as possible for the night will be hard to endure without you beside me.” Tonight will test their strength, if the morrow was to be won.
The jousting continued until evening set. The tired crowds returned to their tents, readying for the splendid feast planned at the Keep. Isabella left Nicolas and Edward, using the excuse she wished to bathe before supper. Her men blended well in the crowd, their sharp eyes watching out for her. Isabella knew her enemy still stalked her.
A man boldly stepped in front of her causing Isabella to take a wary step back. Alden! “What are you doing?” Isabella demanded, subtly signaling her men to stay hidden, for now. The man's smug smile grated on her nerves as she waited for the bastard to speak his mind.
"I, but wished to have a private conversation with you.” Alden replied smoothly, matching her stride as she made her way back to the castle.
An unladylike snort escaped Isabella. “I remember the last time you wished a private moment with me. In fact, I still bear the marks of our conversation."
A false sigh of regret escaped Alden as his cold eyes swept over her, puzzled by her armor and the way she wore it with ease. “Ah, soon we shall share the sweet embrace again when Drago is six feet under and you are made my wife. We shall become re-acquainted, enjoying the pleasures of that afternoon we spent together."
Flames of hatred rippled in her eyes before Isabella brought the emotion under control at his softly spoken reminder of the pain she endured by Alden's hand. “I have preparations to make."
"What can be so important you can't spend a few moments speaking with your brother-in-law?” Alden chuckled evilly as he blocked her way.
An unexpected bold step brought Isabella face to face with the leering bastard. She coyly batted her lashes, emerald eyes burning with cold fury. “I have the matter of my husband's death to attend. If you aren't ca
reful, you might be next.” Isabella purred. Ice-blue eyes widened at the unsubtle threat, allowing her to pass.
A small part of Alden feared the creature, Isabella AdeMon, another thrilled at the prospect of forcing her to submit to his cruel pleasures. Alden retreated to his tent, preparing for Drago's much anticipated demise.
A towering shadow parted from the side of a nearby tent, Michael grinned. Alden accepted the bait. The dark knight went to rally his men for the night ride, wherever the road would lead.
Making her way wearily to her chambers, Isabella turned the doorknob, surprised to find it locked. Alison must have sought refuge inside the solar. Knocking softly, she called out, “Alison, open the door!” The key rattled in the lock, the door opened a crack, allowing a large gray eye to peek through.
"Isabella?” Alison whispered, her voice raspy.
"It is I. Open the door before people wonder why I'm standing outside my own chamber.” Isabella cast a nervous glance down the steps.
The door swung wide, Alison grabbed Isabella and dragged her inside, locking the door behind them. Isabella was grateful hot water in the pool, ready for her bath. Facing the frightened woman, pity rose at the anguish on Alison's features, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
"I apologize for using your chambers, but Gabriel can read me like a book! Alden watches my movements and smirks at having made me pay for my insolence at court.” Alison collapsed in the chair.
"Gabriel has a rare gift for knowing when the ones he loves are in pain. Please aid me with my armor, I can't take it off by myself.” Between the two women, Isabella was finally relieved of the heavy chain mail. Alison puffed from the exertion as Isabella shed the rest of her clothes. Walking into the steaming pool, Isabella sighed at the rush of pleasure from the hot water.
"Must I attend the feast?” Alison asked hesitantly, hating herself for being such a coward when Isabella prepared to ride in the dark of night to rescue her son.
Pondering the request, Isabella thought it had merit. “It is best if you remain in my chambers while I poison Nicolas. But, you must take my place while I disappear. Worry not, you will be in Edward's company, shielded by a black veil of mourning.” The hot water soothed her frayed nerves and tense muscles, relaxing before the task of killing her beloved husband.
Alison helped wash her friend's long hair, the rose scented soap Alison used was heavenly, a gentle reminder of the softer side of Isabella.
Hoping with all her heart all would go well, Isabella spoke a silent prayer to locate the boys. “Which dress shall I wear tonight?” she asked changing the subject before the poor woman started crying again. Isabella knew she would join her, but tears gained nothing in the scope of things.
Thinking about which gown would suit the evening, Alison chuckled wickedly. “I believe the blood red velvet gown fits the occasion, don't you? It shall remind Alden you are about to shed blood and keep the bastard guessing whose will be spilt!” Gray eyes burned with the need for vengeance.
A small laugh escaped Isabella. “You've spent too much time in my company. You're beginning to sound like me!"
A shy smile lit Alison's pale face. “You are an inspiration to us cowards.” Grabbing a towel, she helped Isabella out of the pool.
Isabella dried off and took the gold-colored shift Alison held out to her. Taking a seat by the fireplace, Isabella sat patiently as Alison worked the knots out of her long hair. “I need my hair braided tonight, it will be easier for me to change and ride out. I think the circlet with rubies inlaid shall be appropriate for dinner.” Isabella frowned as she pondered the plan. Time would not be on their side once Drago was brought upstairs, and she sneaked out of the castle to catch Miles.
The doorknob rattled as someone tried to enter the chamber. Alison jumped, stilling when Isabella laid a calming hand on her shoulder. “Let Nicolas in, please.” Alison did as she was told, opening the door for Drago, closing it firmly behind him.
An intimidating frown curved his mouth, his eyes swept over the bare chamber. “Why was our door locked? Was a threat made on either of you?” He demanded as the frightened Alison moved to stand by Isabella. A dark eyebrow shot up in question. Nicolas’ gaze warmed considerably as the firelight enhanced his wife's sleek curves outlined by the sheer material of her shift.
"Alison will remain in our chamber as part of our plan.” Isabella shrugged into the blood red gown, patiently waiting for Alison to button the back.
"Good.” Nicolas grabbed a cloth and washed his face. He smiled down at his wife as she took her brush in hand and bade him sit. He was amazed by the erotic feeling of Isabella brushing his hair. Dread soon filled him by thoughts of their plans somehow going wrong. Nicolas couldn't think rationally, shying away from thoughts of life without Isabella.
Alison stepped outside the chamber to allow the couple a private moment. Isabella was grateful for she had seen the shadow of doubt in Nicolas’ eyes. Placing the brush down, she sat on his lap, laying her hands along the hard lines of his jaw. His warm mouth covered hers, tongues touched and played as they pledged their love.
Emerald eyes darkened, meeting molten gold as Nicolas fought the urge to toss her on her back and ram his hard shaft deep in her softness. Time was ticking by.
"Take care on your quest to find the boys. I need you by my side!” His hot gaze turned worried, fearing for Isabella's safety.
"Fear not for me, Drago, but for our enemy. I will see the end of the evil plaguing our future.” Isabella's velvety voice promised as she leaned against his hard body, thrilled as Nicolas’ mouth swooped down to capture hers, his tongue plunging deep to taste the sweet wildness of her response.
Reluctant to end the heartfelt kiss, Nicolas rose as the door swung open, admitting Alison and Ahmed, who had dressed in the customary finery from his country, his hand resting on the elaborate hilt of his curved sword.
"Master, Mistress are you ready?” His brown eyes shone with worry at the incredible feat to be accomplished tonight.
Isabella tucked the small vial in her bodice, adjusting her gown. “Ready?” She asked Nicolas, her features hardened in determination, her soft mouth firm with resolve.
"Alison will remain in our chambers. The secret door is locked and none can enter.” Nicolas reassured the frightened woman. “Worry not, we shan't be long.” He winked outrageously at Alison as Isabella rolled her eyes heavenward at his attempt at humor.
Ahmed bowed his head in prayer. “May Allah have mercy on our enemies, for we shall not!"
"Amen!” Isabella and Drago spoke in unison before exiting the chamber.
Edward sat drinking with Brandon and Otto, enjoying the festivities. The King hailed them when he saw the couple striding toward him. “Greetings! The people breathlessly await your arrival."
Men and women openly admired the handsome couple as they sat beside Edward at the high table. Black Knights and the Demons grinned with bolstering pride as the Demon Lord sat as regal as any queen beside her husband, a man of honor, none greater a knight than Nicolas Drago.
People continued to stream inside the hall, giving Isabella concern how she would be able to slip the balm into Nicolas’ wine without others seeing and yet ensuring Alden or Miles witnessed her deed. Trays laden with all sorts of roasted meats, mouth watering scents wafted through the crowded chamber as more dishes followed, heavy sauces, steaming breads with crocks of butter, and honey. Flagons of wine and ale, carried by servants, flowed in abundance. An idea took seed as Isabella noticed the squires were enlisted to aid with the kitchen chores. Miles was among the help, but not straying far from Alden who sat close to the King. Alden watched her carefully as he leisurely sipped his wine.
Nicolas squeezed Isabella's hand reassuringly, letting go to laden his plate full of the marvelous feast laid before him. Aggie walked about, ensuring all the tables were kept filled when she gasped at the amount of food Nicolas was preparing to devour. Alden was far too interested in Drago, preventing Aggie from rushing to t
he man and warn him of the side-effects so much food would cause. Shaking her head aghast, the lad was bound to have a rough time from the cleansing actions of the balm.
With so many eyes watching, Isabella ate sparingly as she tried to figure out a way to empty the vial in Drago's wine without being publicly accused of poisoning her husband. As she sipped her wine, the opportunity was presented as she tried to refill her cup. The pitcher was empty.
"We've been neglected by our own servants. I'll retrieve more wine.” Isabella rose, taking the flask with her. She signaled to Miles who reluctantly did as she bid. “You have been remiss in your duties, follow me,” Isabella ordered, leading the way to the wine chamber, finding it fortunately empty.
Withdrawing the vial, Isabella held it for Miles to see. “You are witness to my compliance with your demand.” Pouring the entire contents of the vial in the flask, Isabella filled it with fresh wine.
"You willingly kill your husband for Xander?” He asked, quite bemused by her actions.
"Xander is my sister's son, my blood. Nicolas is not. Come, we must return before we are missed.” Isabella paused, turning to give the boy one last chance. “We need not do this. With the King, you can ask his help and end the charade. Edward will surely aid you if you give back the boys."
A momentary look of hope crossed the boy's freckled features, replaced by a resolve to see the plan out. “I cannot break my word to Alden, unlike you did with his brother."
Gritting her teeth from retorting how Mordred broke his to a frail young woman who did what was her duty. Serenity's death was shrouded by broke promises. Isabella strode out, making a straight path to her husband. Miles kept a discreet distance, shocked as she poured Drago a cup of the tainted wine. The unsuspecting man drank the wine. She sat the flask on the table and was about to sit when Edward reached for it. Jumping up, she knocked it onto the floor, spilling the entire contents.